Fashion

Fields of Gold


I ‘m a ” plaasmeisie” or either farmgirl at heart. I come from a teeny tiny town, called Hopefield,a small town on South Africa’s West Coast. Where everyone knows one another’s name, the shops close at 13h on a Sunday, you can leave your doors unlocked and still live next door to your best friend from when you were in grade 1.

It’s special in it’s own way, trapped in time. Simple, quite and reclusive. I always loved the fact that I come from a small town. I went to the local school, which when I graduated High School, had a little over 500 students, from Grade R to Grade 12. I loved the fact that I call everyone who are 15 years older than me aunty and uncle. I love the fact that my morals, social understanding and general reference sphere of life is so different from my friends who grew up in the city.I love the fact that when you meet me and talk to me I sound different and roll my ‘R’s in the colloquial West Coast manner. I love the fact that I am proud of where I come from, who I am and where I’m going.


I ‘m writing this, because I’m realising more and more that in the fast paced world in which we live we are always on the go and striving for the next bigger, better thing. You loose track of what is special and precious to you. I realised this on my last visit home, when we did this shoot along the road on our way back to Cape Town. When I was growing up in my small town, I was taught to appreciate things. People, possessions, food and experiences.To be proud of your heritage and celebrate each other differences. Somewhere along the line in my life be it in challenging Stellenbosch, competitive Korea or pretentious Cape Town, I stumbled across self doubt , I stopped celebrating me and what made me special and what made my life and the people in its life special.

I was filled with the realities of being a white Afrikaner and living in South Africa. This made me feel ashamed of who I was and where I came form for the first time in my life.In my new surroundings I felt foreign. I was not allowed to have my own opinions or share my life experiences, because they were mine, because of our country’s terrible past. I felt as though being me is wrong. I felt unwanted in my class in my society and mostly in my home country as words like “One settlar ,one bullet” and “Go back to Europe”, was splashed all over the media. Luckily I soon realised as my boyfriend and I were renovating our new home in Cape Town, Zonnebloem, old District Six ( An area severely damaged and broken by the devastating effects of the group areas Act under Apartheid, where blacks, coloured and Indians were forceably removed from their homes) that it is o.k to be who you are.It is o.k to be a white Afrikaner living in District Six in Cape Town. I am making the change, I am creating the life I want in my country and there is nothing wrong with it,because I believe we are all equal and thr same. We all need to celebrate our culture, language, skin colour in the new South Africa, i.e the only South Africa I know! Celebrate being different, accept and understand each other’s difficulties, struggles and fears and be ”lekker” about it, because we’re all in it together.

For this shoot I wore a vintage dress which I converted into a playsuit and my Weekendflair Open Circle and Bar Necklace.
Crisna
xxx

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